One evening as the sun went down
And the city fires were burning,
Down the track came a techno-hippie hiking,
And he said, "Boys and girls and neuter-sex, I’m not turning
I’m headed for a land that’s far away
Besides the el-wire crystal fountains
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Black Rock Desert Playa.

In the Black Rock Desert Playa,
There’s a land that’s dusty and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are painted
And the dust blows every day
And the birds and the bees
And the e-cigarette trees
The Red Bull springs
Where the bluebird-painted-lady sings
In the Black Rock Desert Playas.

In the Black Rock Desert Playas
All the BLM-cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the gene-hacked hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The scrap-metal trees are full of fruit
And the motorized barns are full of hay
Oh I’m bound to go
Where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall
The winds always blow
In the Black Rock Desert Playa.

In the Black Rock Desert Playa
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Are poured on all the cocks
The steampunkers have to tip their hats
And the molemen-cosplayers are blind
There’s a lake of MOOP
And a whiff of poop
You can go all around it
In a big pedal-canoe
In the Black Rock Desert Playa

In the Black Rock Desert Playa,
The jails are made of laser-cut tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain’t no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I’m bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Black Rock Desert Playa.

well, i’ve only been to 19 burns, but i’ll say as a reno burner that we pack 'em away and use the crap again next year, until it falls apart and can’t be sustained with either duct tape, zip ties, or a combination of both. THEN it goes to the Lockwood landfill.